What’s your best story of an answered prayer?

prayer works

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secfballfan

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sorry and thanks for the advice

y'all should not downvote the above post because it was in response to my original post which was tactless not in the spirit of this thread

my apologies and thanks to poster secfballfan

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Maybe it’s coincidence, but the timing was wild.

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And we’re currently watching Season 5 of The Conners and Darlene can’t get a job because of her attitude. It’s wild, coincidence's and all that. Maybe we’re all in the Matrix, who knows?

Brother, it does.

Son survived two open heart surgeries at age 17 for a congenital heart defect that almost caused his death. He is now beginning his 3rd year of medical school and intends to be a pediatric/congenital heart surgeon.

God did not answer our prayers exactly how we wanted him to, but we can now see that His plan is so much better than ours.

Was dying of Covid, 4 years ago, few hours from intubation and an updated DNR. Received a transfusion of plasma with Covid antibodies along with prayers from people I have never met - in addition to those I knew. I left the hospital 3 days later and am beyond convinced it was the result of both.

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What’s your best story of an answered prayer?

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Being alive proves a Mamas prayers are special. Gotten to the point I put my/families day/life in Gods hands, but there are times I look back on that only her prayers got me thru.

I remember one time I was so scared for my life that I prayed thru it and checked in moms favor with Him, and I got thru it. "Lord I'm not the best man in the world, but we both know my mom doesn't deserve to get this call." Essentially ran thru my mind on repeat for over an hour until I felt my prayers were answered.

I have no doubt God is there watching over us all, and that's faith. No better friend to have your back and get you thru the toughest times. At the end of the day...what does it hurt to not have that faith in Him to be there for you???

I asked a relative of mine who was very sick that when she died, please let me know thru a " sign" that she was okay. She passed last month and I've prayed every night for that sign. Two mornings ago, I woke up with a start and I swear what woke me up was a kiss on the cheek. It was very freaky how real it was. I took that as her sign.
I know it sounds crazy.

Possibly more of God pushing me where I need to be.

Our house was wrecked to shite from Ida. That and a number of other, out of our control, events made our marriage fairly rough from the start. I could see the career I was progressing in was going to be a dead end, no promotional opportunities, miserable people to be around and managed by, surrounded by liars, so I started applying elsewhere.

I kept at the house, the interviews went no where and my mental state was low. I started thinking to myself, “Jesus put me in this situation with a busted house because he knows I’m strong enough to do the repairs. He know the family that does eventually buy this house will enjoy it. He placed me here to create a home for the next family.”

My wife is a saint to put up with me. We’ve been through a lot. I had to place all of it in Jesus’ hands and move one day at a time.

I’m sure I’ll find a job in time. I’m still applying, still grinding. I can’t say I enjoy my current role at all. Mindset has been uplifting and maybe the earlier prayers for help were his way. I read through “Wild at Heart” by John Eldredge. Really interesting perspective.

After stopping a couple of years of expensive, heartbreaking fertility treatments. We were going to resume efforts/treatment, but we'd both been convicted that we were trying to throw money at it, find the right practice, do it on our timing, whatever. Basically we were using all our resources as people who are used to "solving" our own problems with money or skill, etc. Not that we don't think God can use medicine to answer prayers of course, but we'd just never really left space for the plan He might have for us. We knew there were issues before our first son, so we went right into it for round two.

Because we'd been doing intensive stuff for so long, she was getting scans every month. Spare the details, but they told us it wouldn't be worth spending money on drugs/treatment that month anyway based on that, so it reinforced our position to take a break and reset, pray, etc.

That month, my wife got pregnant. Non-fertility assisted twin boys.